Totally just hitting the AUs here.

Official warning: Dark themes, murder, sexual shit, swearing

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Auror Interrogation Room, 2001

"And now it's January." Harry said. "You killed Travers in July- I was actually one of the first who arrived to that one. I was bothered by the fact it was so close to Grimmauld, I know Ginny had stayed the night with Teddy there because we don't like making him sleep elsewhere just because I work at night sometimes-"

"You live in Grimmauld?"

Harry nodded. "Well, I lived at the Burrow for almost a year and a half. I had to work on getting Grimmauld into a more livable condition- and that bloody portrait, I might set it on fire." He said. "So, between July and now- where were you?"

"Wandering, and then I ran into Rowle, in December."

"And what was your plan with Rowle?" Harry asked.

"At first? Nothing. And then I got to thinking, maybe if I led him somewhere, I could somehow get the Ministry alerted and have him arrested- I mean, he's a wanted Death Eater."

"So, then, can I ask- why were you snogging him?"

She sighed. "He's been under the impression that he's been courting someone named Kat, a very low ranking Death Eater who was recruited a few months before Voldemort was defeated- hence why he had never met me before. And because he's an idiot, he believed it."

"So, were you going to summon the Ministry before or after you shagged him?"

She looked insulted. "Greyback was the only one, Harry. And like I told you-"

"I know." Harry said. "You do realise what happens next, don't you?"

"I'm under arrest, you hand that report in, and I rot in Azkaban for twelve years before someone actually does anything?"

Harry narrowed his eyes a bit. "Part of that was correct, but the rest was very wrong." He said. "You are under arrest, you have the right to refuse to answer any more questions. You have the right to a proper trial, which will be scheduled once the report is looked through by the Head Auror himself. Until the time of your trial, you will be in Azkaban."

Harry stood slowly. "Of all the things I thought I would do after the war, arresting a friend was not one them." He said with a sigh. She stood, facing away from him, her hands behind her back, waiting for him to reapply the shackles. "But, listen, I might be able to convince Dawlish to let you see Remus and Teddy."

She shook her head. "Maybe it's best that- that Teddy doesn't see me. And if Remus is still in St Mungo's- he should just focus on getting better so that Teddy can have at least one of us."


It was almost three in the morning before Harry made it back to Grimmauld. Dawlish had written off the day for him, and the next shift, which was supposed to the next evening.

Harry woke up only a few hours later to someone slamming open the bedroom door. His first thought was Teddy, but the 3 year old didn't have the strength the make the noise the door had made.

"Harry, you're going to want to see this." Ginny said, throwing something onto Harry's chest. Harry reached for his glasses, shoving them onto his face, and picking up the Daily Prophet.

A grainy picture was covering half of the front page, and Harry couldn't quite make out what it was, just that it was two figures walking. But the headline caught his attention next.

Ministry Cover Up: Auror, Order Member- and a Werewolf Shagging Death Eater?

Harry read the headline five times, frowning. Looking back at the picture, he suddenly realised- one of the figures was behind the other. This was from just a few hours ago. He let his eyes wander to the small bit of printing below the headline, his heart sinking with every word he read.

Just this morning, Daily Prophet reporter Rita Skeeter was lucky enough to be near the Auror Department of the Ministry of Magic. What she found will shock even the bravest wizard! An Order member and an Auror, Nymphadora Tonks was named as dead nearly three years ago, but early this morning she was spotted with none other than Harry Potter himself and the conversation that followed leaves us all wondering- which side was the Auror truly fighting for? (More on Page 4)

"Oh, shit." Harry said. "Shit, Ginny, this isn't good."